"Feeling better?" he asks as he drives away from the diner.
"Much better. Thank you, Daniel. Seriously, I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come along."
"I'm not a fan of clichés but please continue," he chuckles, making me hit his arm playfully.
"I'd probably be laying in bed crying my eyes out right now," I sigh in relief that those plans didn't go accordingly.
"Today was good."
"My favourite part was the evening," he says, sending me a wink. I point to my block of flats and the car comes to a stop.
"You live with someone?" he asks, peering at the building.
"Nope, I used to live with my dad until he moved out, leaving me in charge of the place," I say before pausing to glance at my bedroom's window. "He still pays the rent though," I add with a crooked smile.
"I don't
